ONE NIGHT WITH A STRANGER
she said, focusing on her work in an attempt to divert her attention.
“I can tell,” he replied. “But you don’t have to hide it from me. You’re allowed to be human, Madison. You’re allowed to... not be perfect.”
His words hung in the air like a challenge, one that Madison wasn’t sure she was ready to face. She ran her fingers through her hair again, trying to steady herself.
“I don’t know if I’m ready to stop pretending I have everything figured out,” she admitted quietly. “I’ve spent so much time trying to make everything perfect for everyone else. I’m not sure who I am without that.”
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